Riddick opened his eyes, rubbing his dry throat. He tossed the blanket to the side, slid out from under Jack's arm, and shoved on his pants. A yawn escaped his wide mouth and he stretched before stumbling to the kitchen. He sensed another body present before he actually saw who it was. He slid into the shadows and crept close to the intruder, unable to see his head from underneath his slumped, sleeping shoulders. Riddick was finally behind the man's chair and he brought his fist upon the man's head with an amazing force. The once sleeping form was no unconscious and bleeding. Without looking at the man's face, Riddick threw him over his shoulder and tossed him out of the ship. The man flew into a pole and his body plummeted to the ground below. Riddick slammed the ship door shut, got a drink and went to bed.

            ***

            Imam slowly opened his eyes and looked at the ship. His vision was slowly growing fuzzy and gray when a sudden light descended upon him. He stared at the spectacle and he became increasingly more aware as the seconds ticked past what the light was. It was an unstoppable force that gripped every part of him. He let his body slowly relax and saw the soft, gentle hands reaching for him. Imam slowly raised once bruised and broken arm and took the hand, his arm suddenly perfect once more. Suddenly, a great weight felt lifted off of him and he smiled. He knew this was going to happen someday. Closing his eyes once more with a smile on his face, Imam followed the gentle hands.

            ***

            The streetlight blinked off in the final second of Imam's life. It turned back on a few minutes later. Back inside Jack's ship, Riddick was already fast asleep, pleased that he had gotten rid of the intruder. The rest of the night went on without interruption.

            ***

            In the morning, Jack awoke to the sound of Riddick's loud snore. She rolled over, giggling to herself and hopped out of bed. She threw on a robe and headed for the kitchen to cook up some breakfast. The remnants from last night's dinner were still scattered about and she smiled once more at the thought of the perfect night they shared. She put on the kettle and made herself some tea. Riddick would want coffee later when he wakes up, she thought. Sipping her tea and reminiscing, she moved to a window in the room. At first she didn't noticed the slumped body under the streetlight. She stared at the other people down the docking street going about their morning duties. After looking down one side, she stared ahead and finally caught sight of the body. Her teacup slipped from her hands and shattered onto the floor. She hurried out the side of the ship and over to the lifeless form. Rolling the body over, dread clouding her stomach, she screamed.

            Her scream echoed through the early morning sunlight and was heard by all except the one before her whom she wanted to hear it the most.